And she's so close to giving up—
but with each passing second,
she decides to give it
one more try.
So,
she claims that'd be the last time
she'd ever do it, yet—
you see,
it's truly never like that.
It's became an addiction—
to give it her very best,
every time,
despite her even failing,
she still keeps going...
That is—
until exhaustion turns her into its own slave,
and takes her captive—
f o r e v e r .
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Compass To My Heart (Wattys2015)
PoetryAs the song continues to play, enchanting my senses with another collection of musical sounds, I continue to dive deeper and deeper into thoughts, leaving them astray, to the point where I reach a state- n o o n e actually understands. ...Not even I...
